Yes, we here in the US are on very comfortable terms with the "Sandman" lore. There are even some popular songs written about him.

Considering the word of the week and it's appropriate implications for the way my week had been going when I got it, I almost wrote an entry. But unfortunately, I just couldn't get motivated, though I have been working on my longer story a lot more lately.

I really want Sam and Dean to be like this together again... perhaps my wish for the new year will come true. :-)

This is once again a great little story! And it feels so real! It's exactly the mood Dean would be in waking up in the middle of the night. He'd think 'Sammy?', would grab his knife quickly (loved 'in one fluent motion' because that's just Dean, right?) and would rush over to his sibling's bed.

And little Sammy so sweet an innocent...awww.

The atmosphere is also great, the dripping tap, headlights on the wall (weren't we all scared shitless when we were kids and this happened? A car rushing by and painting the walls with those patterns you describe? **shudder**)

Oh, neat little Wee!chester drabble (huh, I typed Wee!chewster by mistake, altho given the theme of this story, it could've ended up that way). Love Dean being his protective, big brother self, altho 11's a bit young to be left in charge, but who else is there, when John's off hunting?